Great Regulars: The poem began, like many of my poems,

with a phrase that suggested a rhythm: In this case the first stanza grew out of the line "It's all in your head," and that stanza set the formal rules for the rest of the poem. The other crucial thing was a sense of the speaker, a sense of who this philosophical madman was. Once I had that . . . Poems don't ever write themselves, really. But in the best cases, you and the poem work as partners.

from The Washington Post: Poet's Choice: 'The Solipsist' by Troy Jollimore

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